The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-23

| in n big crack. i knOWeO IL was uucats,
and, when KNOWN thing Of that sort, l
| made sure no one was loOkin when !
lifted It,"
'And purity good lift II was, Rags.
That one lift means big feedin' fur you
and i long with this swells. II there's
huff ducats left we'll get sum new toys
and board round a spell fore settlin'
down to biz gin. Nixy, now, here comes
the old woman
The latter entered with the pitcher OF
beer. The waits went to the snuff box win
dow and gazed out upon the chilly look
ing roofs and the slippery street below
The old woman drank the beer, after
which she rolled herself In a battered
blanket laid down upon creaking bed,
turned her face 20 the wall and was soon
loudly snoring.
"She's gone up, Rags. Now fur it, but
hang rag over the keyhole first" said
the boy. The girl did as he requested,
then came and sat down by him. He
poured the clinking pieces upon the soap
box under the window sill.
"Rags, ] reckon there's nuf ducats hert
to buy hull house from bottom to ca
baza."
"Really, Bottlesyn
"YOu hear your father talk! / hain't
much on the count, but guess ! can
strike il within few hundred. Jist fol-
Ter me-hcllo! here's sumthin' else in the
puss. A ring BAH l don't take no
stock In them things. Can get hull
CARLOAD list like it down In Salem street
fur ten cents one. Put her ON, kid
The ring, evidently designed for child,
lust fitted the dirty little finger over which
the girl slipped it.
"Now fur the ducats. Rags, ducats Is
the root hog er die; an I'm jist porker
nufr to root into 'em. One, two, three
grand and galorious signurs, here's
more'n ten double buzzards Them stands
fur $50, two of lem is $40, and so on
xcetry Here goes fur count. One,
two, three, four, five. That's jist an even
800. Phew rich is no name fur 1t. Put
yer finger on that pile. Rags, yer holdin'
down 800. Does it burn yer flngers'
I'll even up with that pile and--prestol-
there's 5000. Two hundred dollars and
other chicken feed too numerous to men
tionr' exclaimed the boy, sweeping the
money into the purse. "Better drop the
sparkler in. II the old woman gifts on to
it, good evenin' ducats, sparklsr, big
feedin', and all reckon we'd better get
sum ba 'my sleep now"
"But, Bottles, I'm hungry. want
somethin' to eat first" said Rags, turn
ing her big blue eyes up at him.
"Chew on that then, you poor little
hungry kid you. All l got. Eat way,
Rags; can stand 1t till mornin'-no, till
dinner tomorrow.
The boy lay down upon pile Of rags,
and after the girl had eaten the soda
cracker which he had given to her she
too lay down near him and was soon
wrapped in slumber. They awakened
early, rose and stole from the attic, leav-
ing the old woman still asleep.
-.
81 say, Rags, hain't this jst old serum
shusSn .t.,
"Yup," mumbled Rags, as she took a
great te Of bread.
"See here, kid, don't be wastin' yer
eatitite on SIGH common grub as bread.
Sail into the beans and salard, and ham n
eggs, and cranberry and sass and-turkey
Turkey is the galorious bird Of freedom
today" urged Bottles, helping himself In
turn to each of the dainties as named.
Perhaps the Crawford was never graced
by such pair during the whole of its ex-
tent Of catering to the public,
Bottles had purchased two regular din
ner checks, and chosen table In the cor
ner so as to be as free as possible from
the hungry crowd which thronged the
place. The waits faces were washed
clean; they were as tidy as their dilapi-
dated garments would permit.
A new yellow ribbon held Rags curls
back from her really pretty face, with Its
roguish, big, blue eyes, cute little mouth
and turn up nose. And Bottles, he had
laid out portion Of the wealth on paper
collar, green tie and huge, glazing, red
glass pin. The ring which the purse had
contained was upon Rags forefinger.
"Hold up, Rags" whispered the boy,
touching her foot with his; don't lick yer
fingers. Hain't learned you better ner
thatf I'm goin' TO make lady of you,
kid and I'm bound to have you git on to
them small items"
GAN right, Bottles; guess yer right.
I hain't up in SIGH eatin' as this, and you
must pardin slips" -.
Here's the wine list. Do we want
Mumm'" .e
"Nixey. IT amt fur SIGH as us, Bot
ties, Sides, you'n has started out on
the temp'mnce racket, and It hain't the
thing fur us to use bulge"
eyer speakin' In a right toot now,
Rags. I only mentioned the fack fur fun.
Can't you smuggle one Of them tarts,
Ragsy' &C.,.
aHain't 1t stealins," asked the girl,
looking up quickly.